Pursuing the Celtic Lass
PURSUING THE CELTIC LASS
Gi'me one taste o'Scot to wet me tongue
an' I be most obliged and do the reel
just dancin' wi'me lady, always young,
for whats a Scot wit'out some Scot to feel?
Her Celtic eyes could conquer anything
an' melt most any heart who looks 'er way
your blessed to find 'er heart in early spring
for that's when she's the most in love, they say.
In Scotland in the highland she's at'ome
and in 'er eyes, as blue as mornin's light,
you'll need to die, no more to ever roam
an' she will blow the pipes for you a'night.
Across the glen, down by the loch she goes
a-pipin and a-singin songs she knows.
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